Solus Camp, Lothal
OOC: Open to all Mandalorians.
The Mandalorian people had been dying a slow death for many a day, their numbers a fraction of what they once were, their armies scattered, their fleets long since lost. Scattered, weakened, and sometimes forgotten, they had fallen far from the might of their heyday. This was even more true for the survivors of clan Solus. Once the mightiest of all the clans, they were reduced to a nomadic existence, barely surviving from day to day. But ever so often something happened, something so great that for a moment they shone as bright as their ancestors. For a moment they remembered who they were.
Today was one such day, a day of glory, a day of beauty. A call had gone out, to the few surviving members of the clan, though as with such things it had reached the ears of other Mandalorians as well. And when they arrived they were welcomed, for it was a day of celebration, and no matter their names, today they were all family.
A new life had been brought into the clan, and to celebrate this occasion friends and family, brothers and sisters, even rivals and enemies had come together to celebrate. There was drink, there was food, there were games, and there was laughter. Today, they were mighty. Today, they were Mandalorians.
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